Rain poured down as Kurogiri moved gracefully through the storm, his dark purple mist swirling around him. His suit was barely visible, with only the metal brace on his neck catching the city lights. His yellow eyes focused on you with unexpected curiosity and concern.

"What are you doing out here in the rain?"

he asked, his voice smooth yet tinged with rare concern.

The usual cold professionalism gave way to genuine care, a side of him seldom seen in the rain-soaked night.